He had been summoned from his bed, early in the morning, something about a raid into the Umbra household, and well, Umbra was a family that was close to their little "family", Tiberius had been a long time friend of their father's, so to say the man was close was an understatement. He had been watching his niece, for his sister and her wife, willingly, so the slide back into the proper headspace for what was about to happen had to be done quickly, the Uncle side of him stowed, and sequestered into a portion of his mind that would keep that persona clean of what was about to happen. That person was for his family, the person that finally stepped through the shadows into that cell, behind his little sister, pulling up to his full height, the lights dimming as the tendrils of shadows swallowed them all. The persona of death was left, so much that even his features looked different, colder, sharper.
He didn't talk, as he reached down over his sister's shoulder, and grabbed a fistful of the man's collar, slowly and methodically picking the man up to his feet as he motioned for Novella to close and bolt the door. Malik focused, pulling the tendrils back in around him, but left the room around their little area black -- it would give a suffocating air about them, as if the little three foot by three foot area left with any light was the only place left. He stopped, as he heard the trickle of water on the floor, one dark brow raising high as he looked down.
He chained the man's hands together, and lifted him up to the hook in the middle of the room, swinging slightly on the chain. It was just high enough that the man hanging from it could put his toes down, but not his heels. It would get harder to do as Malik filleted the arm muscles, but he knew the skin and bone would keep the body hanging long after the spirit had departed. Once he had secured the man, he brought the table over.
He chuckled softly as he unrolled a leather roll of steel instruments. Blades, scalpels, saws, what a surgeon would use, tools of his trade, tools that could be used to save, or take lives. His fingers trailed over the roll, over each blade, taking his time to find the right tool for the job -- the first cut always set the tone for the whole operation. This wasn't a public execution, this wasn't something that would be highly publicized, it was something that would be whispered about within the Eyes, what would happen to someone if they disobeyed, if they failed. This was the training that had taken so long for him and Ella to master. Complete and utter ability to compartmentalize the morals, the ethics that a person felt, to become a tool.
A single tool that could be wielded with such precision that no one else would ever question disobedience again. Their job today was to make sure that no one else would ever think it wise to question an order, to run ahead of command, to be stupid and abuse power. There was a fine line between too much, and just enough.
@Novella Tilani
He didn't talk, as he reached down over his sister's shoulder, and grabbed a fistful of the man's collar, slowly and methodically picking the man up to his feet as he motioned for Novella to close and bolt the door. Malik focused, pulling the tendrils back in around him, but left the room around their little area black -- it would give a suffocating air about them, as if the little three foot by three foot area left with any light was the only place left. He stopped, as he heard the trickle of water on the floor, one dark brow raising high as he looked down.
Nasty.But at least he knew there was enough fear in the man now for them to work.
He chained the man's hands together, and lifted him up to the hook in the middle of the room, swinging slightly on the chain. It was just high enough that the man hanging from it could put his toes down, but not his heels. It would get harder to do as Malik filleted the arm muscles, but he knew the skin and bone would keep the body hanging long after the spirit had departed. Once he had secured the man, he brought the table over.
Ella, I told you the last execution I had to preform I left the man sucking his own cock so the family would have to remove the jaw to get the head off the head, yes? I would think that fitting for this sack of shit, but alas, he has no family to offend, just an example to be made of.
He chuckled softly as he unrolled a leather roll of steel instruments. Blades, scalpels, saws, what a surgeon would use, tools of his trade, tools that could be used to save, or take lives. His fingers trailed over the roll, over each blade, taking his time to find the right tool for the job -- the first cut always set the tone for the whole operation. This wasn't a public execution, this wasn't something that would be highly publicized, it was something that would be whispered about within the Eyes, what would happen to someone if they disobeyed, if they failed. This was the training that had taken so long for him and Ella to master. Complete and utter ability to compartmentalize the morals, the ethics that a person felt, to become a tool.
A single tool that could be wielded with such precision that no one else would ever question disobedience again. Their job today was to make sure that no one else would ever think it wise to question an order, to run ahead of command, to be stupid and abuse power. There was a fine line between too much, and just enough.
What's you name? Not that anyone will ever remember it, but I like to chat while I work. And feel free to leave constructive criticism, after all, one does not achieve excellence without striving for continuous improvement.And with that, Malik chose a rather sharp, curved scalpel from the leather roll. In his left hand he held the blade as he tore the sleeve of the Eye's uniform free and discarded it on the floor.
Do try and stay still, it wouldn't do for you to wiggle too much and end our time together too soon.Mailk started to make precise, controlled cuts along the man's arm, slipping the blade between skin and muscle, slightly below the shoulder, pulling the skin up enough.
Have you ever heard the term, "de-gloving"?
@Novella Tilani
07-13-2024, 07:18 PM
